Who Am I? – A.G. Diedericks

/ MORALITY PARK

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Self-proclaimed, self-aggrandizing
self-published, selling yourself
for a shot at infamy – you still have it in for me

Who am I?
you ask sheathed in traced
stanzas
words languished by voracious artifice
remixed for myopic consumers
I watch you milk death and brand it catharsis; canvassing for the masses

I am an intervention
I cook doubt like a junkie and drip it slowly..

into your marrow

I rip you away from your warm bed
and leave you stripped naked
on the side of the road; chalked
out of line
As I drain your ink & slip back down into the gutter
like a rat
blowing an inaudible whistle

Who am I?
I’m the Punkture gaping your ego
an aberrant- carved
out of failure & disappointment
I bask in rejection
while you prance around with
counterfeit applause

Who am I?
I’m the fucking TRUTH

24 thoughts on “Who Am I? – A.G. Diedericks”

  1. There are times when writing is so good, so purely powerful that you feel as though you’ve been slammed up against the wall and kissed within an inch of your life.
    Words thrust into your mouth with such audacious fervour, arms pinned by unyielding art, body consumed by consummate crafting.
    I surrender… You have me on my knees.

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  2. A.G., I love love love this. It is rage and truth catapulted at everything false that lives in so called art. It is addictive explosion. It is stripped and dripping and the most gorgeously crafted Fuck You!!!!! It got my blood boiling!

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  3. I sometimes find rage-fueled poems are often too “stream-of” that their rawness of the writing comes across sloppy.

    This poem, is a perfect example of the exact opposite. You have carefully crafted what is sensual trip through masterful writing. Each word chosen for ultimate impact. The way you broke your stanzas is like the next turn on an amusement park thrill ride.

    This is powerful, AG.

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    There are times when writing is so good, so purely powerful that you feel as though you’ve been slammed up against the wall and kissed within an inch of your life.
    Words thrust into your mouth with such audacious fervour, arms pinned by unyielding art, body consumed by consummate crafting.
    I surrender… You have me on my knees.

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  6. I just found you here, God something inhabits your soul that wrestles to get out and the more you allow it to the more powerful your words become. I’m running out of ways to express my absolute awe of your awakening! F*ck…Fu*k…Fuc*…*uck

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